Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America
Who wants to kill
No information, say yes or no
One point million
Alright, you get what you -- money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
And there are explosive bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here the cop man
Yo Starks come here, here Sun
here for a minute!
Aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this of glass nig!
Get your big off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo chill man, pass the Cristal man.
is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get baking soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie ways
(Noodles) We off with two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who come to get you? None. They guns!
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he like one

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny

it
Scriptures hit the body like sawed off
Like my hair notty and my snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that pussy probably
Burn like the of Mogabi, for real
Ain't fraudulent here, we pioneer
a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your crown and the ground
There's a new sheriff in town it down
the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we payin dues
And the last one is death, back to the
With that you stressin, this rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
plus my style, Criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny Blaze

Verse Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for niggaz who
Wu grow like llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the shit
cool papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the whip
Designed for prime nigga jail time jiggas
Them up in Height figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger chain yeah
Jakes black rap millionaires
hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
One hundred gambino niggaz yeah

Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he like one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Steels

Solid gold crown is
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the with silver linings
Double breasted, bullet vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and plexus
Castin stones, two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of and brimstone
How dare you approach it with dim
The like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand imperial wizard oh is it
The come to pay your ass a visit
bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of
up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the

Verse Four: Killer

God steppin forth upon holy of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me I'm under attack
So I decided to down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an
hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under
'cause I strike, thunder
Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
Systems are fractured by the tactics
is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three and sixty degrees of humidity
the school of hard knocks and glocks my
Clan is and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the
Watch a nigga get blown out his dome
piece, deceased, laid to

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me
Holdin up your saloon, sweep, like a broom
Full moons me howl like a wolf outta breath
Sold only new cords I heard Genius on Gef
So back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, enhance cells well like a
Fuck horado plan growas bravo
we know, best sellas become novels
The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and
Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and
The laser beam vocalist does well at
Bad days, watch me ice right outta Tiffany's
them kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the and I labelled in royal pavillions
Them flower heads must have been
Tell me how the fuck black get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, money
Submarines and too bad you fucked up dummies

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